Текст песни Clip My Wings - Montaigne

You′re asking me
To be kind to you
Well, let me tell you something, dear
That kind of game takes two
Don't talk of virtue
Maybe they won′t hurt you
I'm wrestling
The air between the parts
Of matter in my brain
You make it all so hard
Don't talk of what you
Think I did or did not do
Put your strings on me
Subtle puppetry
Clip my wings and see
Clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me
Nobody will see
An energy
Of threat and your despair
Tells me to leave
I don′t want to be here
You′re salivating
Over the mess you're making
Nobody will see
Try me
Fantastically
I live inside a dream
Reality
Can not be what it seems
Don′t move I'll hurt you
I′m devoid of virtue